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'll hunt for dinner around two
& bring it back to you about three
I'll hit the sea or the ocean
Open clams to bring you pearls
Dig for diamonds & emeralds

Slivered, by the edge of your words 
I must overcome this charade 
I must dig my way out of this grave 
I can't take this, I can't take this anymore 
I can

even made it this far
We ain't even see eye to eye
We wasn't even friends real
But I'mma gone head and talk about it ya dig
I stepped in the paint and I

in my head
Praying I could go back, go back, go back
Hey
That attitude infectious
Took that to studio session
But never match it
Cause you a one in

it like this
That dick get enrolled
That dig is the kid
It's Jiggy and Jus
And niggas the kids
I'm getting the money
That niggas is been
She said that

Headz Ain't Ready

Black Moon

New Jersey Drive, Vol. 2

1995

and the dreads
Grab the glock and hitcha from ya toes to ya head

There's an X amount of yar-we, yo pass the gar-weed
Pass it over here so I can get Irie-why

Them hittas really practicing rappin'
In the game when I could beat in practice
Send them one by one
Or approach with yo' team
I can box ship 'em

All I Want Is an Angel

Espen Lind

Red

1997

the top
Of the cliff by the sea
She played her tapes of afghan wigs
?'cause that's the rock?n?roll she digs
It was all a fantasy
And when the night

to himself. “It doesn’t matter...” the pad angles more and locks into place. Mate looks up into space, enveloped by its muteness. He lifts his head. “The

Sitting in my chair and thinking
Thinking of the crowd I've been with
Thinking of the music I make
and all the things I don't wanna give

Well dig

the flee, this bitch like an absconded

Had to dig real deep and go find it
If I tell the real, am I honest
Don't tell the real, I'm bein' honest
Lil' bitty

It's killing me the fact I got to wear you on a shirt
I just want to dig you out and take you out the dirt
Long live Juju throwing L's I'm truly fucking

your part
A bunch of y’all frauds I’m smoking by the boulevard while I’m gettin’ top
I’m tryna uplift my city so if it seems I’m dissing it I’m not
I

and you're proud
Why are you so proud?
I've been walking the path you've paved
Following as you dig your grave
I know your deeds, the lie that you've lived
I

arms
Ima dig in that shit 'till the mornin'
When I touch her I'm turnin' her on
I can't lay up cuz plays always calling
Can't loose focus I'm way too

Light up his crib like Christmas, we decorate
Then we dig off baby and accelerate
I got a shooter, it look like he never ate
These niggas and bitches you

THE MUSIC THAT’S EMBASSY SUPREME
EMBASSY SUPREME YOU KNOW TH
AT’S WHAT YOU NEED
WE CAN DELIVER IT
WE JUST DELIVER HITS
WE ARE 54
-
40
WOO! LETS DO THIS YA

with the lyrics, the way I flip it
I fucking kill it, give me the figures
I want it, trust me to get it finished
Aitch is the illest, you dig it
You know

Beware of Us

Xzibit

Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean]

2004

Yeah, Strong Arm Steady
One gang, four guns
How the West was won, let's go

Jump if you really want it
You'll catch one in yo' stomach
When you see

right back
Just tell em leave me the throne, don't want no strike back baby
If I pull up you gone, that's not a threat, it's a promise
I be cool by

all natural homeopathic
With these flames I'm like David Blaine homie it's magic
I saw you in half with a paragraph written
By a beast off his leash out

cK, I can dig it out the ground
(GcDcLLLL)
Sad stories when they see them motherf*cking bullets flying
(MY BcBY)
Mamas crying, whole family

IS IN MY VIENS
 RATHER YOU LIKING IT OR NOT 
AS YOU SEE THAT TIME IS MONEY 
YOU CAN TELL YEH BY THE WATCH 
CAUSE WE ALL OUT FOR THE GAIN
 YEH YOU LYING

Lyle what's it be like homie 
I know your here this year and you may not know me 
But I dig what you doin cuz I hear you're real smart 
So keep on keep